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Last week I hosted my first dinner party at my new place! The Studio, as it’s been named, was host to the 1st Annual SPU Admissions Frontline Banquet. AKA- I had my cutest of student staff over for dinner as an end of the year celebration! On the menu was proscuitto-wrapped pork tenderloin with a honey glaze, thyme-roasted sweet potatoes and pears, french-cut green beans, and for dessert, my fave, mini baked alaskas (which actually failed- but were still delicious). 6 was a lot of guests for my little place, but cozy and a ton of fun for sure!
{There they are, in all their cuteness! Sans Madeline who couldn’t make it :( }
{Christine got me a basil plant as a housewarming gift!!}
{The spread}
{failed mini baked alaska- so delicious}
{Hangin’ in the breakfast nook}
We had the best time! I sure adore these girls and we’ve had such a wonderful year so it was so fun to celebrate and spend some quality time over some yummy food.
Just the first of many good times to be had in The Studio.
xo,
M
I am new to blogging and am having some technical difficulties with uploading pictures. In the meantime, I am HAPPY to write about my latest musical inspiration. SPU’s Worship Arts Ensemble recently released a live CD of their concert The Kingdom and the Gospel and I CAN’T STOP LISTENING TO IT. These students are AMAZING! These songs are incredible! I wish I could somehow share these songs with you audibly, but unfortunately the album is not available to listen to on-line. You can however order the CD on-line and learn more about the project here.
Currently being inspired and moved by the last track on the CD by Taylor Neal:
I Am Claimed
Your love’s not safe with me Lord, so take it back.
Everything you gave me I burned to ash as a sacrifice to a different light.
Lord, I choose to cause you pain but you hold me close to say,
That I am yours, I am claimed,
and you still love me the same,
No more scars, no more shame,
No mark except your name.
Lord, I’m so afraid that I’ll loose it all.
Your presence goes beyond what is beautiful,
And I need it most, where I go.
Cause I crawl through all that’s wrong,
And you’ve written on your palms,
That I am yours, I am claimed,
And you still love me the same.
No more scars, no more shame,
No mark except your name.
I am yours I am claimed.
I am yours I am claimed.
Tell Him all your grief, tell him all your sin,
He’ll give half his robe, just to wrap you in.
Give Him both your hands, give Him all you heart,
He’ll give all His robe to hold off the dark.
If you’re scared to pray and your fast in bed,
He will pull you out to anoint your head.
If your hope is gone, and your thoughts aren’t yours
He will touch your face, He will make you pure.
He who make your hair, He who make your feet,
He has made you whole, He has made your sheets.
He will take your arm, He will strip you bare,
He will take your hand, He will dress you fair.
(You are holy, You are holy)
I am yours, I am claimed.
